Through spacious skies over amber waves of grain I fly, leaving for
another land unknown to me,
Save reports of peaceful beauty and the outlines of an old cartograph;
Not knowing if those gone before will share that distant land's grace,
'Neath a star spangled azimuth imagined
To be awed in silent reverie?
Ill from this land's numbing digital clang and hum,
Where all not new is waste;
Tired of the refrain, 'you have no place',
For there is no profit in fraternity;
Leaving for another land.
A man's past may be his own disgrace,
Yet his sins are traded in the marketplace;
As would grave diggers upon Caesar's bones discard the good
Also buried in the case;
The hateful minds and envious lies are left behind,
Near the majestic purple mountains fading past;
Leaving for another land.
Pledge allegiance to a bloody flag,
and the hypocrisy for which it truly stands?;
A nation that sells it's own integrity will fall,
While the tribunes witnessing the profligacy claim to be appalled;
Carry me onward to future's promise winged vessel,
Over the cleansing blue expanse;
For the care and regret will not last,
Another life I hope to claim;
Leaving for a new homeland.